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Letting Go with Guy Finley

To be angry and hateful is to suffer. It doesn’t help anyone to get angry. Anger hurts whoever is angry. It burns. Anger ruins relationships, causes heartache and regret, and devastates health. And yet, in spite of all of these facts, when we are angry it feels right. Somehow, in some unseen way, anger proves to whoever is experiencing its heated feelings that he or she is right even though, in the eyes of reality, nothing could be further from the truth.

How can something so wrong seem so right? Feelings of anger and hatred feel like they’re in your best interest because, at the time of their intrusion into your life, they temporarily fill you with a powerful false sense of self born out of fierce but lying feelings that can only exist without your conscious consent or awareness of it being there. This negative-self’s interests are not in your best interest. This conjured-up temporary identity is nothing but a self-of-suffering.

One day you will wonder how you were ever tricked into feeling bad about anything or anyone. The truth wants you to know that it is never in your best interest to suffer, no matter how inwardly convincing it may feel to you that you will be betraying yourself or someone else if you don’t. The only way that any suffering feeling can prove to you that you need it is to hypnotize you with a flood of itself. Step back from yourself. Learn instead to listen to the quiet stream of higher insight that runs softly through your true nature. It sees through sorrow and resentment. Let it show you that suffering proves nothing. Ask yourself, “If I am doing what I want to do, then how come it hurts me to do it?” The true spiritual life is about a human being realizing that his life is not to be used by antagonistic thoughts and feelings.

The missing spiritual key — needed to forgive those who have hurt us — is found in our own awakening wish to be forgiven for having been deceived,

and then seduced into believing there could ever be a valid reason for hating anyone.

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If you have an enemy of any kind, if you shelter recurring resentful thoughts or feelings — however wise your well-considered reason may be — so that you surrender yourself to the embrace of a suffering induced by your own negative considerations… be warned: in this nature is where hatred hides; it abides there, awaiting the incoming tide of some unwanted interaction with life so that it can pick up, and carry off its consort into the hell that it loves.

It simply cannot be stated often enough: you have every reason to be encouraged about life. Just look around you. The Divine shows itself everywhere, and in all things we see by example that there is no death. Where do you see the end of anything beyond the mere passing of some individual form? The seemingly lifeless branch, barren in the hand of a winter’s day past, becomes the budding star of each new spring season.

Life is the stage … and death only a necessary character upon it whose presence adds the required tension and suspense for the viewing audience.
And yes, of course, as it must be with any play in due time, its curtains draw closed, the act at an end. But just as a closing curtain doesn’t mean the end of the theater, so too can it be seen that the passing of life doesn’t signal its disappearance.

The show goes on!

By love we overcome death, for death is an act of love, not the end of it.